Tag: Al Haymon

Leikeli47 – Iron Mike Lyrics

[Chorus]
4, 5, 6, when it leave
A nigga top dollar in these streets
Shake it, shake it like a money tree
A nigga top dollar in these streets

[Post-Chorus]
This that young Brownsville might
This what workin’ hard sound like
In that hood all damn night
Just hit 12 o’clock on that bite
This that go way past go
Feel that beat through that floor
This that direct disrespect
If you ever cross that road

[Verse 1]
This that album number 2
Project number 10 and I’m not
I’m not, I’m not even through
Just got my second wind
When you, when you see me boppin’ through
Keep it very zen
Would hate to put you in a child’s pose
Heat it up like bikram
All my cars got big rims
Pinky ring, big gem
Running in my own race
That sound like a win win
Out here ballin’, Big 10
They use me as a template
‘Cause they know that girl got all that sauce
It’s finger lickin’, uh

[Chorus]
4, 5, 6, when it leave
A nigga top dollar in these streets
Shake it, shake it like a money tree
A nigga top dollar in these streets

[Post-Chorus]
This that young Brownsville might
This what workin’ hard sound like
In that hood all damn night
Just hit 12 o’clock on that bite
This that gold way past gold
Feel that beat through that floor
This that direct disrespect
If you ever cross that road

[Verse 2]
This that barely interviewed
In that hardly ever seen
If you wanna get a view
You gon’ need to buy a seat
Al Haymon ring-side
I’ll be here from time to time
Don’t engage in small talk
‘Cause you ain’t ’bout to waste mine
Disactivate my Facetime
Focus on my waistline
Offensively coordinated
Loved at the same time
I suit up at game time
Bitch, pronounce my name right
Hall of Famer in the hood
A bitch a walking highlight
Let’s go

[Chorus]
4, 5, 6, when it leave
A nigga top dollar in these streets
Shake it, shake it like a money tree
A nigga top dollar in these streets

[Post-Chorus]
This that young Brownsville might
This what workin’ hard sound like
In that hood all damn night
Just hit 12 o’clock on that bite
This that go way past go
Feel that beat through that floor
This that direct disrespect
If you ever cross that road

[Chorus]
This that 4, 5, 6, when it leave
This that, a nigga top dollar in these streets
This that, shake it, shake it like a money tree
This that, a nigga top dollar in these streets

[Outro]
This that
This that
This that
This that
This that

Wu-Tang Clan – People Say (feat. Redman)

[Intro: sample]

[Verse 1: Method Man]
That’s when my heart turned cold
I’m a product of the block
We used to cook the product in the pot
Asshole to turn the product into rock
It’s in my DNA, you see it started with my pops
In his hayday he probably put your Father in a box
In my hayday, I probably put the product in my sock
Ain’t no vacay, [?] become a problem when it’s hot, mayday mayday
But no charge, I’m nutty with the bars that’s a payday
So bruh, this ain’t even a bar, this is hey, hey
Back up in the trunk with tha AK
Each line pack a Fabolous punch, no diss to Ray J
Nah, see I don’t dab and I don’t nae nae
Got bottles comin’ out, warriors come out and play, aye
Just know I’m grade A, get a slice of bread
Okay, some hoods love me, some would like me dead
Okay, my goon hungry, his eyes is red
But he clumsy, go whoops upside your head

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
We had dro’ and po’, suckas
Range Rovers flood up the rucka
Me and thousand chains on, I got put up on
[?] green baggies, sellin’ capsules, runnin’ in classrooms
Slick [?] get C.R.E.A.M, yelling cash rule
Smile like Pacquiao, but under the leather
Hold a mac with no pump and [one-note?] the Grammy hour
Cold chemists taste the flow
It’s numb meets copper rum, bluntin’ off the get back
Salute me then one, I’m out
Off to the races, my blazes ain’t patient
They want
Jammies carry nitrogen, light up a section
Like I’m on Vicodin
Fuck with the righteous men, and we fightinen’
Yeah, yeah, yeah, the rebels is here
Metals and gear, get [?] medical, that’s incredible
The fliest, the most notorious [?]
Off niggas heads like papayas

Verse 3: Redman]
Before I [prolly?]
Red lightin’ the Bob Marley
So I can cypher God bodies from the John Gotti’s
Everybody a voss, sayin that time’s money
Women injections, leave em with [?] bodies
Babies having babies, wearing Old Navy
Robbin’ old ladies, that’s a product of no home trainin’
I show you the ropes, I’m narrating Al Haymon
I told lighty, if I hate him, Imma violate him
I’m not a shooter, but I know shooters
And if them shooters don’t shoot up
I’ll go suit up, Redman and the W
It’s televised
We ain’t them niggas
Media telling hella lies (fuck you)
This a campfire of a vampire
I don’t sleep, but
Through the amplifier
And every nigga got something to say
I’m like, yeah okay, y’all corny anyway
Doc

[Chorus? Hook?]
People say
Love is just a energy
Dealing with the claim baby
(Oh baby)

Verse 4]
My team hard, makin’ ’em lean hard
You see more riders lined up
Then you see at a theme park
My queen hot, makin’ the scene pop
Routine op, online gangstas
I’m givin’ them screenshots
Hard written lyrics to God, right?
What’s the tale, sick as Hell
Christian Bale from the Dark Knight
On sight, foggin’ your fog lights
Your dog’s like